at a dark and familiar bar in hong kong, you wait for the scaramouche to arrive after his mission.

with a lit cigarette between your lips, you sit down at a table and insert a coin into a jukebox, selecting the same recognizeable song to play from your last encounters with him.

soon, scaramouche enters the bar and sits down at the table behind you. you feel his back slightly nudging your back.

as the music continues to play. without facing eachother, he suddenly speaks.

”i want to quit.”